10 years since my last post, Coronavirus, marriage, and joy vs. grief

I've never thought about how my writing could ever "affect" anyone. It's simply therapeutic. I dive in, make things up, or I tell the truth, I exaggerate. Often and a lot. I like it. 
I've never edited my work. I just keep "pen to paper" and go on, and on, and on...
The last time I was into writing I was dating, uncertain, lacking creativity because I had always written best during times of grief. At this point in life I will write less creatively and more about a subject. Mortality.
I married the guy I was dating the last time I blogged. We live in Washington, DC. We have the smartest, more adorable 4 year old son, Jay.
A lot of my thoughts are about Jay. What this experience and "lockdown" may do to him, how he will be shaped. Mostly I think about my own death.
I want to keep a journal about our time isolating from the dangers of Sars-CoV-2, Covid-19, Coronavirus. The blog posts to come will be my thoughts on this.
I love you, those who may be in my life.
Welcome back, me. The writer. I'll find my way back.